Apt #14, MHA, Tuesday Morning

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The children had been sent back to their real parents, safe and sound. After which Steven and Llewellyn went back home to clean up the detritus that had accumulated over a three day weekend with little ones. Amazing how much of it there could be considering there were no toys or other child specific things. But snacks, reading books, drawing pictures, playing tag, building a blanket fort - it all added up.

There'd been no real plans for the day. Normally Steven and Llewellyn did their own things on Mondays, but the children had taken priority. Likewise normally Tuesday was Marc's day, with him getting up early to go to the gym. But once the children were gone Steven felt an ache at their lack that, while no where near the pain Marc would have felt at being around their presence, was still enough that Steven asked Llewellyn to stay the night and be there in the morning.

Which was why come Tuesday morning Steven was in bed with his beau, awake far earlier than he usually was but that was also because he'd slept very little to begin with thanks to all the thoughts and feelings running through him.

Llewellyn hadn't gotten much sleep either. Whether from his own emotions about having children over the weekend or from Steven not getting much rest Steven wasn't sure. Regardless they'd both been quiet, most likely both with the urge to let the other rest even if they couldn't.

Thus there was Steven Tuesday morning, staring up at the ceiling again, and debating if he should risk getting up and putting the kettle on for tea or if he should keep still on the odd chance Llewellyn wasn't awake right now.

[for the beau]

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His eyes were closed, and, in a reversal of how they frequently ended up, his head was pillowed on Steven’s chest.

That sigh, though, was not the sigh of someone who was at all asleep.

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Steven put his arm around Llewellyn's shoulders since it didn't sound as though doing so risked waking Llewellyn up.

Being awake and wanting to talk were two entirely different things, however, so Steven didn't say anything in case Llewellyn still wanted quiet.

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The problem was after three days of visiting little ones, the quiet was- quite frankly, a little too quiet.

Not that Watts knew the right words to break the silence. Instead, the hand that had been sprawled across Steven’s chest started lazily drawing random patterns across his beau’s skin.

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"I could make us some tea," Steven offered. Not that he wanted to move. The weight of Llewellyn against him was very comforting, even if Steven was certain that the two of them were not having the same thoughts about what it meant for the weekend to be over.

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“I could go for tea,” Watts admitted. Not that he was making a move to, well, move either.

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"I could make some and bring it back?" Steven suggested. Though this did mean leaving Llewellyn.

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“Only if you can be particularly quick about it.” As if making water boil faster was a power Steven possessed.

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"I could feed Raphael while I'm up?" Steven offered. So not necessarily able to make water boil faster, but at least able to take care of another reason they'd have to get out of bed?

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“I can’t ask you to do that,” Watts protested. Never mind the fact that over the last not-quite-two weeks he frequently had , but that had been with both of them up and about and Watts busy with something else in the kitchen.

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"Raphael might on your behalf," Steven said, going for a small joke. "I don't mind, honest."

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“If you’re certain,” Watts said. He wondered if he ought to be the one volunteering to get tea and feed the cat, then but it occurred to him that perhaps Steven needed something to do in that moment.

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If not do, then at least take care of others? Steven did take comfort in that.

"I am," Steven said. "You can keep the bed warm for when I get back."

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“All right,” Watts said. “I can manage that.”

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Steven pressed a kiss to the top of Llewellyn's head, patting his shoulder gently to encourage him to scoot over so Steven could get up. "You can have your spot back when I get back if you like."

Even if that would make it hard to drink tea.

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“It’s easy to see why you like it so,” Watts admitted with a tiny smile as he moved to allow Steven to get up.

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"You're very comfortable," Steven said, smiling back.

He got out of bed and put a shirt on to match the sweats he was already wearing. From there he went to the kitchen and took care of getting cups of tea ready for him and Llewellyn both.

While he waited for the kettle to boil, he got Raphael's food and fresh water ready. "Are you enjoying the quiet or missing them as well?" Steven asked the cat, not really expecting a reply. After he put the bowls down he said, "I'll leave the bedroom door open for you if you'd like to join us."

Once the tea was ready Steven thought about it, then put the mugs on a tray as well as a plate with a couple of muffins leftover from buying food to keep handy for little ones who could get hungry faster than you knew it. He brought all that back into the bedroom. He would have announced himself but he didn't know if Llewellyn might have dozed off while he was gone, so he kept quiet just in case.

[pocketpretzels]

Not quite to the point of being actually asleep, but eyes closed and in that sort of hazy in-between state.

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Steven quietly set a cup of tea down on the nightstand by Llewellyn, then attempted to just as quietly walk around to his side of the bed.

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Watts’s eyes cracked open nonetheless, and he made grabby hands in Steven’s general direction.

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"Your tea's on the table," Steven said, perhaps misunderstanding what Llewellyn was asking for. He put his own tea and the plate with muffins down on his nightstand, then set the tray aside.

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“Thank you,” Watts said. “But that’s not going to help warm the sheets back up.”

Well, it could, briefly, but that would be messy. And then cold once again.

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"Oh, I see," Steven said with a pleased blush. He crawled back under the covers, letting Llewellyn take charge of indicating where he should go. "That better?"

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“Much,” Watts said. He’d sit up in a moment so they could have their tea (and muffins, apparently) but he just wanted to take a moment to enjoy being snuggled up together.

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It wasn't as though Steven minded being snuggled up with his beau. He settled in, sighing contentedly once they both found where they wanted to be.

"Hello, you."

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"Hello, you," Watts replied. "Breakfast in bed, is it?"